P[ee-e]S-P[ee-e]M

The stained trouser express
Rides porpoise through the mountain paths
The road the road
Be thankful if the wheels hold
The point I made there
There the homestead
The bright bald eagle overhead
The Braintree taxi rank is spitting at us
'You bitten fleas piss off' the butter
The dairy sighs 'I'm lost in music' he's off round the house
Pissing on a TV discarded
While all this is going on
Where is the beach towel proffered to me coming from
Those annoying moments of silence that often plague the unbrave
They're great
Drop, drop, drop, drop on the television screen
Look mum, look mum I'm on TV
In a coal mine digging the old Liverpool sound
On a slave ship digging the old Liverpool sound
In the Barfly digging the old Liverpool sound
With a wooden leg digging the old Liverpool sound
In a skinny tie digging the old Liverpool sound
On the slow train digging the old Liverpool sound
In the Zanzibar digging the old Liverpool sound
With a paperweight digging the old Liverpool sound
With a wooden leg digging the old Liverpool sound
Yeah
Each drop of rain is my failed life weeping in nature